Brooke and Whitney have been in ballet since the beginning of the school year. All of their hard work is culminating in their performance this Friday! I watched Brooke's dress rehearsal today and am quite impressed with the grace she has acquired. I am sure I will be equally impressed with Whitney's. The girls have loved dance and let me snap a few pictures in their costumes, despite the freezing weather.
Liam was wiggling as always while I was trying to get him dressed. Lately, if I ask him not to wiggle, he will wiggle more. So, in an effort to distract the wiggle-monster, I handed him a plastic dog, pretending like it was the most fantastic thing we had seen all day. To further the distraction, I asked, "Liam, what does the dog say." He answered me, "He don't talk, Mom." Yeah, my baby is getting old and will no longer fall for my little tricks. We also now have two children that we can't spell around when we don't want them to know something. I was on the phone with my mom and spelled E-A-S-T-E-R really fast in hopes that it would go over the majority's head. Whitney comes back with, "What are we getting for Easter?" Life was easier when they were ignorant.
